so here's how my heart has been working recently: it takes in blood, drowns every square inch...and then the blood gushes out to all parts of the body - keeping me alive. and it does it again. and again. and again. and again. and I never run out of blood. or oxygen. or air. or peace. maybe not peace. i feel it now, but lately, it has been absent. i have run out of peace - once. or twice. or maybe three times, because that's a charm. but never blood. or oxygen. or air. except that one time. in the pool. a long time ago. when i was little. i was having a contest with my sisters, seeing who could hold their breath the longest. i was the youngest. i lost. but i have never been so happy to breathe again in my life. peace is like that. when it doesn't reveal itself, i kind of feel like i have run out of air - of oxygen. and when it finally breaks through and fills my soul, it gushes outward and i have never been so happy to feel it.
peace.
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